ＮＯＮ ＡＯＤ; ｄｉｏ&ｈａｎａ
{ ✘♟✘ }
Nearing edge of wits end, eyes
of mixture stony grey had gazed
upon sight of luna rested in
ever-most peak of sky. Frail mind,
perhaps not yet shattered like a
fallen-through window, had dared
to think upon the umbra of the
celestial body. What kind of holes,
cracks, crevices lay within the shroud
void of light? Many, or few of?
Or was there simply clarity and soft,
blank numbness characteristic of
fantasy?
Strangely, the spectre hoped for
the former, rather than the latter.
Within the brink of rooftop sitting
(or floating, if you were one to
prefer the facts), she turns to the
one she would appoint as friend
if the term were so allowed.
Looking, and seeing the familiarity,
she would pose a query that may
or may not be in need of an
answer; the girl didn’t care which
were to fall upon lips and pass through
subconscious. ❝ …What do you think
the dark side of the moon is like? ❞
 | unoculus ; ♠ uwu |
the days and nights that I wonder
upon dreary memories
of a boy long gone
{ replaced by dead flesh }
may be
countless, fruitless…
but I have no right to know
no right to ask
so forgive my foolish curiosity
that will have to wane